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SHJ Issue 15
Fall 2016

[Three Poems]

by Nan Breedlove


Two women bone to bone
in lemon root-lace
revolve with the seasons
now leaf, now flower, now fruit.


Mother in Kitchen

I see her 
trying to poke spoons
into her silver braids

gazing out the kitchen window
at her small patch
of forget-me-nots


For A

It is a salmon sky tonight, my love.
I cut a serving from the west
and placed it on my finest china
with tendrils of spring green
and a slice of moon.
Are you hungry yet?


SHJ Issue 15
Fall 2016

Nan Breedlove,

MA Rice University, is a former teacher, columnist, tech writer, publications manager, and grant writer, occupations she has engaged in from one end of the country to the other. When she moved to San Diego to take up Nana duty for her grandchildren, she returned to her favorite type of writing—poetry.

“...we have been born here to witness and celebrate. We wonder at our purpose for living. Our purpose
is to perceive the fantastic. Why have a universe if there is no audience?” — Ray Bradbury